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I remember the date and time as if it were yesterday - a significant admission from someone who has a hard time remembering yesterday.
I rushed home from work on that Friday a week ago to catch some of the post-Thanksgiving football games. And there were some good ones.
Since my main TV is usually tied up by two young girls watching the Disney Channel, I slipped off to the bedroom where I could surf with impunity among several channels - almost simultaneously. The only thing that could get between me and an enjoyable evening of viewing would be an exhausted set of AAA batteries.
Well, that's unless the remote simply wears out and won't recognize the satellite signal.
My bedroom TV is exactly 53 inches from my pillow, but it might as well have been 53 miles. It's unbelievably inconvenient when you have to get up and manually change the channel settings one channel at a time. What a bummer!
And since we lease our equipment, the company had to mail us a new remote. I didn't know Pony Express was still in business. I also didn't know Hannah Montana had reruns already.
I suspect my parents didn't have TV when they were growing up. It didn't prohibit them from having an imagination, though. The situation rekindled thoughts of yesteryear. I suppose every parent has told the story about how they had to walk to school every day, uphill both ways, through knee-high snow (even in the summer)
It doesn't seem all that long ago that TV watching wasn't as sophisticated as today. We have in excess of 200 channels, and probably watch no more than 10 percent of those with any regularity. My wife has watched more home makeovers than a Southern Living photographer.
In 1972, we rented a house on Eastport Road (a little sliver of pavement also known as Old KY 208) and we were proud to own a black and white TV, an antenna and a set of channel locks. I recall there were a couple of Louisville channels and one from Bowling Green.
When you needed to improve your signal for the Bowling Green channel, you simply took the channel locks outside, affixed them to the metal pole where your antenna was located and gave the post a swift turn.
"Hey, how's that reception?" I'd holler back at Linda.
"It's still a little snowy."
Yes, snowy in the middle of the summer, too.